Quotes About Surreal

The living and dead were thrown together, and the dead looked away first. -Description of Doomsday

I am, he thought dimly, watching a vampire take a piss.

The world was the Overlook Hotel, where the party never ended. Where the dead were alive forever.

Plus, dreams don't have to be logical, do they? Dreams are poems from the subconscious.

Just go on dancing with me like this forever, Garraty. And I'll never tire. We'll scrape our shoe on the stars and hang upside dowm from the moon.

Oh Christ, I left my world to watch a kid put shoes on a fucked-up weasel. Shoot me Roland, before I breed.

Now that he wanted to feel like he was having a bad dream, he wasn't. He was having a bad reality, and that was something from which you could not wake.

I've been sleepwalking again, my dear. / The plants are moving under the rug.

I believe there are beautiful things seen by the astronauts. The indications revealed. That few of us realize life is quite surreal

It grabs the wrist of the other hand and tries to stop it from executing the person's conscious plans. Sometimes, the alien hand actually reaches for the person's own neck and tries to strangle him.13

Newton screamed when he felt them begin to crawl over his scrotum and try to wiggle between his buttocks

Jesus H. Christ in a clown car.

When giant violent albino penguins are the least extraordinary issue of the day, then your day has slipped a gear.

Well, when you're being held at gunpoint by a geriatric madman in a metal skirt, you've kind of hit rock bottom anyway. It can't really get much worse.

Well, when you're being held at gunpoint by a geriatric madman in a metal skirt, you've kind of hit rock bottom anyway," George said. "It can't really get much worse.

Voy a suicidarme, la comida de papá está en el horno.

I dream that night. Part of me knows it's a dream, but that doesn't matter. I'm not about to wake up. Because in dreams, sometimes you can meet cats who are no longer with you.

This was a wonderfully surreal moment: the real Montagu addressing his fictional persona, in a work of filmic fiction, based on reality, which had originated in fiction.

Things she had said started to come back to him. How she out-stared a snake in the backyard. How the soldiers would stop buses and commandeer a woman at the slightest whim. How one day, as she was daydreaming in the office, three male-spirits came in through the walls and, with their heads facing backwards, tried to force her to make love to them.

No matter how much you plan for it, the real thing seems curiously, well, unreal.

I really liked the idea of a talking horse in a human world.

I could feel my limbs disconnecting, floating nearby like driftwood on an oily lake.

Cameras flashed. I turned away and saw spots. It was surreal. That's what people always say to describe moments that are merely unusual. I thought: You have no fucking idea what surreal is. My hangover was really warming up now, my left eye throbbing like a heart.

She tried to speak; her mouth opened, once, twice, silent, a mermaid washed ashore.